I only act an asshole Why ya'll stay in back Let the man I tell what town this is But I know that was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta think about where to this cop car I'm too slick, so fuck bullshit I'm coolin in the corner with my pool stick My grandad must've the jazz When I you can hear my heartbeat snap All the world, its the same bar Wishin that the jukebox had some State to state, I chase But my ate all my favorite tapes So babydoll, you better up the attitude Or you ain't make it with me All the way to Rouge her mama, she make the milk pour On 94', too to read the billboard Got a room at the Best The guy at the front looks like Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your down Ya'll run around and figure out its all about While I try to find a cure for this cotton I track of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip the hole of my ski mask Roll we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Dodo I got my own lane, I wait for the popo So up another plate of oysters You so much, you makin my voice hurt floss inside of the glove box Radio locked on the classic With the mirrorball, Escape From New style Double parked outside of the house The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up Take a break from the rotten the tank and then spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw you're to lose But I knew that I count on you Next rounds on you (Is true?) Wash my off in the rain Caught this fish now, light the I only claim whats in my That's my and that's my name Gotta wait they slash the price you catch a life But we can half the night with the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can your pain In the hall of make me explain, that's my crown and thats my name
The pockets call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some water You might me as Jacob and Malcom's father Rest in peace and Sally Slaughter Its like ya'll